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On the stage, Zhang Zhongyu stood with his hands behind his back. His exquisite facial features had some immaturity, but he had the bearing of a grandmaster. Although he was young, he suppressed many geniuses, making it difficult for him to breathe. No one would underestimate him just because he was young. In this world, only the strong were respected. It had nothing to do with age, nothing to do with gender, and nothing to do with one's origin. People worshipped the strong.

His young and tender face was extremely serious as he said, "Fan Wuji, your strength isn't bad. I just don't know how many sentences you can take from my Seven Words Slaughtering Technique."

"It's easy for me to use my sword to receive seven sentences from you. I wonder how many times you can withstand my sword? " Fan Wuji sneered as he spoke.

"You're courting death!"

Zhang Zhongyu shouted, and his eyes seemed to be filled with a cold light, as if he was going to swallow Fan Wuji alive. He was a child prodigy, and it had always been him who had looked down on others. Today was the first time he had been looked down upon by someone of the same generation. The pride in his heart did not allow others to look down on him.

"Two Fists, Three Fists, Palm!"

He chanted another incantation in a low voice and flew up like an arrow leaving the bowstring. With a 'swoosh', he charged forward. His left fist and right palm had different moves to them. His method of fighting with his fists and palms was similar to Fan Wuji's dual sword technique.

Right in the middle of it, Fan Wuji suddenly moved. He pulled out the sword from his sword bag and casually waved it. The sword was light and soft, as if it was powerless and had no speed. "As the saying goes, the great Dao is the simplest, the great skill is self-defeating, the great skill does not work, and the great simplicity is complex.

This strike of his looked simple and unadorned, but it contained the half-step true intent of the fusion of the Truth of Speed and Strength. This strike combined extreme speed with extreme strength.

His speed was the pinnacle of the Upper Sky Realm and his strength was also the peak of the Upper Sky Realm.

Zhang Zhongyu's palm and fist power was extraordinary, Fan Wuji's sword power was even more tyrannical, immediately, two peerless surging forces collided, in the time it took for a single breath, Zhang Zhongyu had used up all of his strength, before the sword power even struck him, he was pushed back a full three steps, only then was he able to stabilize himself and stand at a corner of the stage.

"Just say the seventh sentence and kill. Otherwise you won't have a chance. " Fan Wuji said with an unspeakable calm as he looked at Fan Xian.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhongyu's face became gloomy and unsightly. He immediately whispered: "Three words, Windy Soaring Through the Sky. Four words of rain fall like a torrential downpour. "

Zhang Zhongyu shouted seven words of 'kill!'. He was like the wind and like the rain. It was like wind and rain on the stage, the wind and rain were intertwining, and the wind and rain were gathering around his body. Next, he charged towards Fan Wuji. Not only did he have the power of the wind and rain, every move of his was also infused with the concept of wind and rain.

"Interesting. Two moves at the same time. Furthermore, it has gathered all of the forces of the universe. " When Fan Wuji saw that Zhang Zhongyu was about to attack, he put on a calm attitude, and revealed the mystery behind Zhang Zhongyu's words.

"Yin Yang Great Millstone!"

Unknowingly, Fan Wuji had also pulled out the short sword from his scabbard, and once again, he used both of his swords. At the same time, he used both of his swords to quickly draw his sword. In one hand was the Yang Sword Technique and in the other the Yin Sword Technique. The two combined seemed to form a combination of the Yin and Yang of heaven and earth, forming a giant millstone made of Yin and Yang.

One person used two, and the two swords combined into one.

Zhang Zhongyu, on the other hand, was using seven sentences simultaneously. It was a high level multitasking technique that was similar to Fan Wuji's dual sword technique.

Many of the weaker audience members looked at the arena and seemed to see a rainy night. The wind was ethereal, the rain was dense, the wind was unpredictable, and the rain was violent. It seemed to be a perfect combination. It gave people the feeling that Fan Wuji was not their enemy, but rather the natural world. It was the wind and rain.

As for Fan Wuji, the Yin-Yang great millstone in front of him, gave people a feeling of strength and gentleness. There was yang in yin, yin in yang, yang in yin and yang in yang. It gave people a feeling of rigidity and gentleness. He gave people the feeling of holding life and death in his hands, and holding yin and yang in his hands.

The Great Tempest of the Wind and Rain was against the Yin Yang sword technique.

The two of them faced each other for a long time. The battle between their cultivation and techniques had turned into a battle between heaven and earth, a battle between Concepts.

After fighting for a long time, the two of them were like two comets as they kept clashing. They constantly shot out sparks of electricity, and the aftershocks spread in all directions, shaking the air and creating sounds of explosions, which did not stop for a long time.

Many of the Innate realm experts below the stage found it hard to endure the aftermath. They either retreated in haste, or tried to defend or spit out blood. Wherever the aftermath of the explosion passed, countless trees fell, plants were cut, and boulders were blown apart. It was a complete mess.

After a long while, the two of them stopped their confrontation and looked at each other. Their eyes revealed a serious, solemn, fearful and cautious expression.

"Fan Wuji, I admit that you are one of the top geniuses in the entire Bai Empire, and that you have the qualifications to be my opponent. The only person in the same generation who could receive the seventh sentence of my Seven Sentences Kill is only Qin Guang alone and he barely managed to resist it. If his physical strength did not surpass mine by a bit, it's unknown who would have died. "So hurry up and admit defeat. Otherwise, the moment I use the seventh sentence, its power will reach the heavens. I simply cannot control it completely, and it will likely spill your blood onto the arena."

Zhang Zhongyu is very smart and understands this principle. He had suppressed Fan Wuji with his verbal attack. Even if he had the slightest advantage over Fan Wuji, it would still be helpful in his following attacks.

On the other side, Fan Wuji had a look of disdain on his face. He said, "Just who was the one that sprinkled the blood on the stage? I'm not sure yet."

"In that case. Take a look at this. Seven words filled with wind, rain, thunder, and thunder! " Zhang Zhongyu also calmed down. Subsequently, his aura surged as he was completely immersed in the world of wind, rain, lightning and thunder. His entire body was filled with wind, rain, lightning and thunder, and his aura was very close to nature.

Just as quickly as that. Zhang Zhongyu instantly erupted with power, his whole body had a natural atmosphere, giving off a kind of intimate and dignified feeling. In an instant, a ray of light streaked across the horizon, heading straight for Fan Wuji.1

In a flash of light, Fan Wuji smelled danger. He muttered to himself, "Am I finally going to use Sword Intent?"

"My heart is the sword, I am the sword, my will is the sword, and I will recite it as a sword. "Kill!"

Fan Wuji muttered, and a shocking sword intent surged out from within him. His entire person was like a divine sword that could destroy the heavens, and apart from revealing his edge, his edge was also revealed.

When he brandished this sword, there was an aura that was unstoppable and unstoppable, as if it was a hidden edge that had been there for ten years. At this moment, he slashed out with his sword.

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